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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Airey did not turn immediately.
He stood motionless perched on the desk in the center of the Thought Chamber, the iridescent wisps spiraling lazily above as though in a Pensieve pool of zero gravity. His eyes remained fixed on the tangled strands of memory, emotion, and possibility that danced in the air—but his posture shifted. Subtle, but noticeable to those who knew him.
A slow exhale and then, "Plants and symphonies are living things. Machines only pretend to be." His voice echoed gently across the domed chamber. "But yes. You’re right. It resists control, even understanding. Every answer shifts the whole, like organs in a body. Try to fix one room and another begins to hum louder, acting like an orchestra in dissonance or a warp core misaligned by one micrometer."
Now he turned, finally.
The sight of Damian Pendragon standing at the edge of the chamber did not startle him—but it did reach him, in the quiet way a tremor moves through stone long after impact. There was memory in the air. And not all of it belonged to the Chamber.
"You’re either a hallucination… or it’s been far too long." A pause while he contemplated and reflected upon just how long he had holed himself up in here and whether or not he was overdue to go out and touch a bit of grass. Then, after his prolonged pregnant pause and with a slight tilt of his head, he spoke again. "Five years and you return through a metaphor." He arched a brow. "Incredibly Spockian of you."
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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